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Chapter 17

Penulis: Janne Vellamour
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-02-01 05:21:34

Milan seemed to have lost its symmetry for Lorenzo Moretti. The man who once found pleasure in the exactness of numbers and the coldness of balance sheets now wandered through his own empire like a stranger. Three days had passed since the silence of the penthouse had become unbearable, and Lorenzo discovered that the authority of a CEO was worth nothing against the void left by a free-spirited woman. He tried to focus on work, but Sofia Duarte’s trace was everywhere: in the restoration project
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